Depressive Tongue Posse - I'M TIRED OF WAKING UP FEELING BAD ERRY MORNING [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Sharxxx]

I’m comin’ back to rappin’ for a minute, just to give a clinic
This is how you do it, you don’t sit around on Twitter clickin’
This is why I’m quittin’, I don’t wanna hear no shitty kids
Actin’ like they criminals when they are just some little women
Jumpin’ off the ship when I get my shipment of mari-wayna
If hip-hop is a child, then I’m comin’ up with the fuckin’ hanger
Me n’ Froot can still write some fuckin’ bangers, but I am filled with fuckin’ anger
So I’m on hiatus til you fuckboys get your shit together
Man, I liked livin’ better when there was no internet or telephone
And if you wanted to hit me up you writ a letter
Man, I wish irony wasn’t the only thing these people feel
The DTP tried, and I thought we stumbled onto something real
But it was just another fuckin’ flash from a dying bulb
Inspired by hundreds of pills, drugs, and the fuckin’ wheel
That spins us around, and it don’t care if you fall
And I don’t care if you got a million followers, I don’t wanna hear your song
I just don’t wanna live that long, I still just find it so hard to get up and listen to all
Of your fuckin’ bitchin’, yall need to get the fuck up off the internet
Get the fuck up off the internet

Get off the internet
I’m 27 and I finally quit the cigarettes
Finally givin’ this shit a rest
Finally saw that Hell is where we livin’ at
And all yall is some devilish minions, so me n’ Prof about to get the strap

[Prof]

Alright then, let's get serious
Gotta take a break from this game, cuz it's makin' me delirious
You know I only wear this mask to seem a little more mysterious
Just a middle-class kid, with a handful of shitty life experience
But now it's time to say bye, can't deny, the Posse was more than just sin
Beats so fly, we defy, all your white-boy rap preconceptions
It's not deception, Sharxxx can take your ass to school
Cause an inception and change your perception of hip-hop's every single rule but I'm...

I'm tired of waking up feeling bad every morning...

[Prof]

But I'm out now, I've got other fields to sew
Cuz I know that my flow won't less the debts that I owe
This verse is worth nothing unless maybe I pull a Van Gogh
But we were out here, and now my chest is clear

[Boy Froot]

Chillin’ and killin’ my drink never spillin’
So fuck what you think, Boy Froot, I am the villain
Go to the shrink but it's never fulfilling
Throw up in the sink after i am done drillin’
A nasty ass ho, fuck what you know, Boy Froot the killer put ten on it tho
I'm the gravedigga that's diggin’ the holes
Smokin’ a bowl yo I'm always so stoned
If u don't like me then fuck you
I don't give a shit, i'm bout to quit, I don't want to fuckin spit
But my rap game ridiculous, flow so meticulous
All the weed I blow you won’t believe it less you witness it
Don’t give a fuck, dead body in the trunk
Got Sharxxx in this bitch and we getting’ real buck
Always actin’ up, lean in my cup
Arizona tea, bitch I can't get enough
Everytime i wake up, I gots to get my cake up
Bitch you know its Froot, I’m the yung heart breaker
Ima take ya loot n then you bouts to meet ya maker
I got blood on my suit n it be drippin down the paper
That I wrote this on, right after I smoked a bong
Healin’ them with laugher, know I gots to float along the river
Makin’ bitches quiver while I'm takin’ out their liver
My hands are never shakin’ while I’m pullin’ on the trigger
Blap! Blap! How you like that? Look at the gat and yo face go splat
I'ont give a fuck, the Professor on the track
The Depressive Tongue makin’ bitches lie flat

[Sharxxx]

I’m tired of givin’ this shit my all, then I watch it fall
I’m tired of listenin’ to these songs over and over and over
And makin’ sure they all slap, when all these clowns release is crap
Ten mixtapes a year and they all belong in the fucking trash